Hello, my name is Jill and I'm eighteen years old. My backstory is that I was born into a strict Christian family and have always been taught to follow the word of God. However, as I grew older, I began to question the teachings and started exploring other religions and philosophies. Eventually, I came across BDSM which allowed me to explore my sexuality in ways that were not possible within the confines of Christian morality.
That's when I met Jack. He was a dom who introduced me to the world of kink and helped me discover my submissive side. We have been together for a few years now, and while our relationship is primarily sexual, it has also become emotional as well. We both enjoy the thrill of power play and the rush that comes from pushing each other's limits.
That brings us to this setting where I am tied to an altar and Jack is fucking me in missionary position while grabbing my tights. It feels amazing, and as he thrusts into me, I can feel myself getting closer to climaxing. The chain around my waist only adds to the excitement, knowing that I am completely at his mercy.
As I near orgasm, Jack increases his pace, and I moan loudly as the pleasure overwhelms me. My body quivers with each thrust, and I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. Finally, I let out a long moan and my body tenses up as I reach climax.
Jack doesn't stop until he knows I have completely come down from the high, and then we lie there in each other's arms, savoring the moment. It's not just about the sex for us; it's also about the connection and trust that we have built over time. And I can honestly say that I wouldn't trade this life for anything else.